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illfoandillfie · 4 years

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Pairing: Roger Taylor x Fem!Reader

Summery: Roger’s delayed getting home from tour.

Warnings: SMUT (18+),but it’s like light smut lmao,cock warming,morning sex,just like some fluffy bullshit really

Words: 2326

A/N: Been a lil minute since I wrote Rog and I kinda missed him. this idea came to me last week and wouldn't leave me alone lmao

Taglist: @laedymoon @dtfrogertaylor @vee-ndetta @atomic-watermelon @kellypenac @labessieisallama @deakyclicks @jennyggggrrr @drowseoftaylor @hannafuckingsucks @i-cant-hangout-im-drumming @queenmylovely @supersonicfreddie @taron-egrotten @johndeaconshands @borhapbois

It had been a couple of months since you’d seen Roger face to face. The biggest downside of dating a rock star was dealing with his absence. Everyone seemed insistent on dragging him away from you, often to the other side of the world. You took comfort knowing he missed you as much as you missed him, and that he was leaving you to live out his lifelong dream. What could be more important than that? When he was away, he called frequently to check in with you. You’d laugh about whatever drama he’d had to endure during rehearsal (though privately you were sure he exaggerated) and then you’d tell him all about what he was missing back home. But the further into the tour he got, the more the calls changed. Gone were the long conversations that unpacked every minute aspect of your day. They were replaced with long conversations that answered the question how was your day? in the first five minutes and dedicated the rest of the time to talk of possible ways to celebrate his eventual return, growing steadily filthier. The problem was that, having moved in together, you’d become accustomed to a certain amount of physical intimacy that you just weren’t getting without Roger there. You missed being able to startle him by laying ice cold hands against the back of his neck, missed cuddling up with him on the couch. You even missed the way he’d pinch your bum as he hugged you, laughing when you squealed in response and batted his chest with your palm. Of course, you missed the sex too. He’d always claimed to be a good lay and, so far, he hadn’t disappointed you. It wasn’t always easy to unwind after a long or hard day of work without being able to grab Roger by the hand and pull him into the bedroom for a few hours, and sometimes the forced abstinence just added to any tensions or stresses you were already dealing with. Plus it was nice to have someone you enjoyed having sex with, who liked making you feel good, and it kind of just sucked to lose that. So being stuck with nothing but your imagination soon had you desperate for Roger’s return and he seemed to feel the same. By the end of the tour you’d abandoned all pretence and we just having straight up phone sex every other night, Roger locked away in his hotel room, you wherever you’d happened to pick up the phone – bedroom or kitchen or lounge room, it didn’t matter.

There was some mild embarrassment at the thought of what may be said of you if anyone were to overhear. Things mentioned in the heat of the moment often seemed silly after you’d hung up, the fog of needy lust subsiding. But while you were on the phone you couldn’t care less who heard what, as long as Roger was there, listening to you, describing his own ideas in response. It was good that Roger had just as large a disregard for anyone else’s ears as you because you were sure one of the boys would be in the room next to his, probably able to hear everything he said. Perhaps if they’d been able to hear your voice, your moans, you would have been more concerned, but you were alone on your end of the line, free to be as loud as you liked. And when you were lying in bed, one hand shoved down the front of your pants, listening to Roger describe how he wanted to fuck you, loud is exactly what you were. The hand that wasn’t pressed to your clit held the phone held tight to your ear, as if loosening your grip would shake you loose from Roger himself.

“Christ I miss your cunt,” he groaned down the line, the sound of his hand sliding over his dick audible beneath his words, “tell me you miss my cock,”

“God yes Rog,” you whined, a little startled by just how much you meant it. “Miss how you fuck me. My fingers are fucking shit compared to the way it feels when you fill me,”

“Shit, love. The second I see you I’m going to slide into your pussy and just stay there for as long as I can.”

“I’ll squeeze down on you,” you warned, not in the mood to think about being full and unfucked.

“Good. I’ll cum in you and then stay there until you’re squirming and begging and I’m hard enough to pound you. Fuck you so loud the neighbours complain. Might even keep myself stuffed inside you until I can start round three.”

“Jesus Rog,”

“You like the sound of that? Being my own personal cock sleeve?”

“Mmhmm, so much. You could live in me. Just stay inside me forever, fucking me and pumping me full of cum over and over.”

“Fuck. I can hear how wet you are.”

So it usually went, or something similar.

But, unfortunately, your most recent phone call was nowhere near as fun. Roger had meant to be home by six. You’d been excited and spent the afternoon getting things ready. A nice hot bath with your favourite scents, fresh sheets for you to ruin the minute he walked in the door, a bottle of wine for afterwards. It would pair nicely with the steaks and sides you’d prepped – all easy and fast to cook as soon as you’d recovered enough. You even put on some of your nicest underwear. Not your fanciest lingerie because it was likely to be torn in his haste to undress you, but it was a matching set and one you knew he liked. But six o’clock came and went and he didn’t walk in the door. Enough time passed that you’d gotten cold waiting in just your undies, so you’d thrown a robe over the top and settled in front of the TV under a blanket. But it was hard to relax when you didn’t know where Roger was or why he hadn’t come home when he said he would. After a few more hours the phone rang and you raced to it, slightly worried you were about to hear something devastating. You sighed in relief at the sound of Roger’s voice but he didn’t have much time to chat. He rushed out an explanation for his being late – something about a weather delay and missing luggage – and then hung up again. A little upset at having to wait even longer to see him, and that your night had been ruined, you fixed yourself a quick dinner, leaving the steaks for the next day instead. You didn’t change though, just in case, your head flicking towards the front door at every little sound. It was late when you finally decided to call it a night, stumbling up to your room, not even bothering to change into pyjamas before you slipped under the covers.

The next thing you knew was being woken by someone climbing into bed next to you, the chill of his fingers making you shiver as he brushed hair off your face. You cracked an eye open, but the sun hadn’t risen and it was hard to see more than a vague outline, Roger’s quick apology for waking you confirmation of who he was. He felt you move to try and get a better look and softly told you to go back to sleep. Instead you waited for him to finish undressing and then shuffled closer, reaching out for him. He let you wrap your arms around him, repaid you with a soft kiss.

“You’re home,” you mumbled, not fully awake.

“Finally. Sorry I’m late,” his voice was low and rough and comforting to hear, right beside your ear, undistorted by connection issues and distance, “Fucking terrible night. But I’m glad to see you again.”

“Not quite the welcome I’d planned,” you said through a yawn.

He laughed softly and kissed the tip of your nose, “Me neither.”

“I got all dressed up and everything,”

Roger raised the blankets into the air, peaking under, trying to see what you meant, letting out a low whistle and a “now I really wish I’d been here sooner,” though you weren’t convinced he could actually see the set through the grey black of the early hour.

You laughed sleepily and raised a hand to stroke his cheek as he fell back to the pillow.

“I was thinking about you the whole way home,” he broke off to yawn, “Had to have a quick wank halfway across the Atlantic,” he yawned again and let his eyes shut for a moment, blinking them back open to look at you with a hint of his cheeky grin.

“Remember when you said you’d fuck me as soon as you saw me,”

“Not sure I have the energy for that. Don’t think you do either.”

You hummed in agreement, the sandman tugging at the corners of your brain, but there was another idea there too. Something more insistent. You tightened your grip on Roger, adjusted yourself to be more comfortable, pulled his head closer to the crook of your neck, able to feel his warm breath on your bare skin. “Kinda want you inside me anyway, Rog.”

“Really?”

The more you thought about it the more you wanted it. You’d missed his presence in the house, the smell of his shampoo and his cigarettes and his aftershave all mixed together, the way his laugh could fill a room, how it felt to sit in the backyard on a warm day and listen to him plucking at one of his guitars, the way he smiled when he said he loved you. And now that he was back all you wanted was to keep him close, listen to his every breath, feel his hair tickling your neck, the scratch of his stubble before he shaved, his warmth seeping into your skin. Just lying beside him wasn’t enough. You wanted to drown in him, completely and utterly surround yourself in him. But that was too hard to explain so early in the day, when you’d had only a couple hours sleep and he seemed to be running on even less. So you replied with a short, “Mmhmm,” lilting upward, and dropped your lips to the top of his head.

“You sure?” his question was an exhale against your throat, fingertips dancing closer to the waistband of your knickers.

“Positive. Just for a bit, please,”

He stifled another yawn as he pushed your underwear down, letting you kick them off one foot as he got rid of his own. There was a pause as he ran his hand along his length in long lazy strokes, a needy whine caught on the tip of your tongue as you waited. But it died there, replaced by a gasp as he pulled your leg over him and slowly sunk into you. Your fingers tightened where they lay and you felt his groan as vibrations against your throat as he filled you inch by inch.

“You okay?”

“Perfect,” you whispered back, “Welcome home.”

Roger hummed and breathed deep, taking a moment to wiggle into a slightly more comfortable position, hitching your leg up a little higher, tilting your head down so he could find your lips again. You saw his eyes flutter shut as he relaxed into the pillows, content to just stay like that until he could summon the energy to do more. You let your own eyes shut too, relishing the way it felt to be stretched around him, listening to his breaths slowing down and evening out.

It was Roger’s groan that made you stir. An almost desperate sound, though he tried to keep it quiet. Slowly you blinked your eyes open, trying to tell whether Roger was awake yet too, or whether the noise was made in his sleep. You could see him clearer now, the bags under his eyes, the ruffled unkempt look of his hair. Your leg was still slung over him, slipped a little from where he’d placed it, and without thinking you made to move it back. Roger groaned again as a small gasp left you, the full memory of what had happened the previous night returning to you. It was weird, waking up so full, but not unpleasant.

“Y/N,” he sighed, “you up?”

“Mmhmm,”

“Love, do that again and we’re going to have a mess to clean up,” he warned, softly.

“How long you been awake?”

“Not long. But you’ve been clenching around me a bit in your sleep and I’m so close.” The last two words were almost pained and you briefly considered moving, letting Roger go so he could calm down sufficiently. But you were comfortable and happy wrapped around him and the memory of your phone calls nagged at the back of your mind, “You can let go,”

“What?”

“I’m… what’d you call me…your personal cock sleeve? So let go,”

Roger stared at you, eyes wide though still tired looking, as if he couldn’t believe what he’d heard. But, when you didn’t take it back he leaned in to kiss you, rocking his hips against you slowly, letting out a low noise as you felt him empty inside you. You kissed him in return, stroked his cheek as he calmed down. Just for a moment you let your eyes slip shut again, basking in the feeling of it all. When you looked back at Roger he was still staring.

“I love you,”

“Good, I don’t plan on letting you leave this bed much today,”

“Sounds good to me,” he laughed softly, following it with a hiss when you intentionally clenched on his sensitive dick again, “wait, wait love, give me like another minute.”

You apologised and settled for another kiss instead, leaving a few extra along his jaw until he was able to make good on his earlier promises.

#my writing #my fics #roger taylor x reader #roger taylor smut #roger taylor imagine #tmi but #lowkey the idea came to me because i fell asleep c***warming a d***o lmao #😳😳😳😳😳

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inkribbon796 · 4 years

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A Walk in the Park

Summary: Yan’s on the case to find her adopted brothers, problem is she can’t stop running into problems to do that job. It doesn’t help that she’s easily distracted.

A.N: It’s Yan’s birthday, and I wrote this for that. I’m excited for Bim’s birthday, his is next month.

Yan frowned as she canvased the neighborhood. She’d been watching the area for a while. The South End Park was a park she and her adopted brothers had frequented growing up, and about five years ago it started being under the protection of the heroes.

So, Yan just had to find the hero and shake them down for information. The correlation was obvious, two of her brothers go missing, one of them starts working with the heroes for some crazy reason, and the park they used to go to all the time starts being under Hero protection.

Problem #1: Arthur wasn’t the type of guy to protect a city park. Especially not continuously. That was more Kay’s style. But she was willing to take any lead they could get.

Problem #2: If she stepped on Bim’s toes they’d get into a fight again.

All Yan had to do was get a good look at the hero protecting the park and she’d know if it was Kay or not, and she could drag him back home. But this hero in particular always seemed to know she was coming.

“Ma’am,” two police officers came towards her, and Yan rolled her eyes. “Ugghhhhh!” Yan groaned. “What? I’m busy?”

“You can’t walk around town at night holding a sword,” he told her. “Do you have a license for that?”

“Uh, my boss is Darkiplier, I don’t think I need a license,” Yan boasted. Dark had trained the idea of calling him “Dad” in public years ago.

The cops looked a bit nervous, “Maybe if this was twenty years ago, but we’re going to need that license.”

Rolling her eyes, she charged at the cops, just wanting to scare them off more than anything so she could keep searching the area.

They pulled out their guns, Yan already raising her sword.

But she was cut short when she felt something like an aura rip through her, and she felt weird, like she’d been pushed back without being touched. Then a net was fired out from the bushes, hitting her arms and gluing her to the closest tree.

“Oi! Nutcase Nelly, yah should’a stayed at the warehouses,” Chase warned her, his blaster in hand as he stood in full costume, J.J placing a pocket watch into his pocket as he came to stand next to him.

“Hey!” she spat at first, and she saw two of the Septics standing behind the cops, Bro Average and J.J. She smiled at Bro Average, and screamed in delight.

Bro Average looked at J.J uneasily. “Uhh,” he tried to look serious and threatening again. “Why are ye here an’ what does Dark want?”

“Nothing,” Yan smiled at Bro Average, who started to move behind J.J, a nervous expression even coming through his mask.

“Right,” Bro Average looked at the people around him.

Her katana lowered, but the police and heroes didn’t quite let their guard down. J.J was looking around the area, his hand going into the pocket he’d put his pocket watch.

“Hey, do you have a girlfriend?” Yan smiled at Chase.

“No?” Chase answered hesitantly, wondering if he should be answering no anyways, or if he should just run because this villian already had a crazy-eyed look about her.

“Oh, good,” she smiled, taking a step closer. “My name’s Yan.”

“Ye just gave me yer name like that,” Chase hesitated, warning bells going off, “are ye allowed ta do that?”

“I’m allowed to do whatever I want,” Yan took another step forward. “So what’s your name?”

“I’m not tellin’ ye,” Chase tightened his grip on his blaster, J.J’s watch came out. “Yah work fer Dark.”

She let out a manic giggle, “Aww, he’s a good guy, you’ll like him. I promise.”

“How about you just come in quietly fer questions, we’ve got a series ‘a murders ta question you about,” Chase ordered. Suddenly something past through the group and J.J was shoving Bro Average to the side.

J.J made one sign at Chase: “Run” moving his fists up and down quickly. Chase didn’t need a second opinion and he ran in the opposite direction at full speed.

“Hey!” Yan shouted at him, Chase glancing back at the park to see that Yan was suddenly gone and J.J looked confused and alarmed. He was racing to catch up with Chase, watch still in hand.

“Ye got that vibe too right?” Chase asked. “What’d she do?”

“Flirt,” Chase stuck out his thumb and index finger and hit it to the palm of his other hand. “Did not like that you were divorced.”

“Great,” Chase cursed, almost bowling into a trash can while trying to watch J.J’s hands, the other hero was trying to hold his hands up to make it easier for his friend. “That’ll teach me ta mess wit’ villains.”

Back at the park, Yan was hanging up from a couple of the trees, ribbons of what looked and felt like spider silk gluing her to the trees, and making sure her short skirt stayed down.

“Ugh!” Yan shouted in frustration, trying to get herself untangled. “Whoever did this, I hate you!”

Color began to drain from the area as Dark stepped through to look up at her, a single eyebrow raised. “Well?”

“Don’t just stand there and laugh, get me down,” Yan huffed. “He’s getting away.”

“If you calm down, I’ll help,” Dark promised.

“No!” Yan lamented. “It’s my birthday and I want him.”

“I already got you your present. Besides, you had a boyfriend,” Dark reminded, studying the strings around them. “What ever happened to him?”

“Jake was a cheating shark,” Yan spat, Dark just looking at her unimpressed. Then she looked around, “When did you get weird spider powers anyways?”

“Oh this isn’t me, but I’m more than happy to take advantage of it,” Dark admittedly calmly and then reached out to pluck a part of it and it all unraveled, puffing into a purple-grey smoke. Yan was dropped to the ground.

“Who’d you send to babysit me?” Yan huffed. “I’m eighteen, I can date whoever I want.”

“Average is almost ten years older than you,” Dark warned sternly. “Besides, you’re not dating a hero.”

“Yeah, well you’re old as dirt and you’re dating Dad,” Yan pouted.

“You are choosing to be difficult,” Dark warned, his aura fanning out to check the area for any heroes that were eavesdropping on them, opening up a portal.

“Why?” Anti buzzed in behind Dark, taking advantage of the open portal. “Hey, kiddo.”

“Hey, Anti,” Yan smiled. “Tell the old man here I can date who I want.”

“In the interest of bein’ difficult, I say go fer it,” Anti smiled.

“It’s for Average,” Dark growled.

Anti was quiet for a bit, clearly thinking about it. “I can kill ‘im,” Anti looked at Dark.

“I’ll take care of it if he becomes a problem,” Dark promised.

Yan’s right eye twitched, a behavior she’d long-since picked up from Dark. “You’re supposed to be on my side.”

“Hey, yer one ‘a the fun ones, an’ while I like botherin’ the Septics, I like ye more,” Anti admitted. “Sides he’s got baggage and ye don’t want that.”

Yan gasped, “I can save him.”

“Stop while you’re ahead, go bother Wil,” Dark dismissed.

“Nah yer more fun,” Anti smiled. “Yer reactions are gettin’ boring when I stab ye. Ye’d get all furious and ye’d stab me back when I used to stab you.”

“Then maybe you should leave me alone,” Dark warned, more than a bit of a bite to his tone.

“Never,” Anti glitched out his effects, and summoned a slender, thin box. “Happy birthday, kiddo, tell the others I said hi.”

Anti underhanded the gift to Yan, then he turned to Dark, “I’m takin’ Junior out on the town fer his birthday. It’s not permission, it’s a warnin’. He’s mine that night.”

“He’s my son,” Dark reminded dryly.

“Yeah, but yah wouldn’t have him if not fer me,” Anti grinned.

“Ooooh,” Yan took out a baton and pressed a button that made it buzz with electricity. “I love it!”

Dark groaned, “You had to give her that, she has enough weapons, an entire closet of them.”

“Thank you, Anti,” Yan ran over to him to give him a hug, the chaos demon glitching a little at the rather unexpected contact. “You’re the best.”

Anti rebounded quickly for it, grinning at Dark, “See, yer kids like me more than ye.”

“You’re lucky I’m desensitized to everything you and Wilford do,” Dark sighed. “If you’re done talking to me, I need to track down Anxiety.” The greyscale entity waved his hands to the trees.

“I think Remus was actually kinda funny,” Anti smiled, assuming Dark’s problem was with what had happened weeks ago instead of the spider thread. Yan let go of Anti. “Kid could stand ta get some validation every once in a while.”

Dark’s aura grabbed onto Anti, the glitch demon just smiled at him, “No one gets to cat call him, and if I hear about it again he’s a dead man.”

“I found another button,” Anti smiled triumphantly. “Remind me ta start settin’ Bim up with the guy. They seem like they’d get on like a house on fire.”

Dark angrily threw Anti through the portal, smiling when Anti didn’t go through the portal so easily. “Come on, Yan, you can try to look for Average a different time.”

“Fine,” Yan huffed out and followed Dark into the portal. Color returning to the park, after the portal into the Void closed. The park going silent except for crickets, and the nearby chittering of dozens of squirrels that had been disturbed from their slumber by Dark’s appearance.

#Superhero AU #Mark Fischbach #Jacksepticeye #Masks and Maladies #Yandereplier #Chase Brody #Bro Average #J.J #Jameson Jackson #Darkiplier #Antisepticeye #birthday post #Anti's the fun uncle #Dark is overprotective #Yan probably has a boyfriend every other month #Anti poking fun at Dark

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